Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Monday, April 07, 2008

This drawing is my visual tribute to the poem L'Orchidea by Hanna Filo at Amori, Poesie, Arte, Chat. Below you can read the provocative verse in both the original Italian and an English translation, to which I contributed.

To be a woman, feel oneself a woman... yes.Thought fragments, not even a word.There are ways to fulfill a fantasy. Brim of the earth from which like liquid I spill. Come, teach me your way, fill the clefts otherwise empty.Come, stay and do not perish inside me. Relief in arms no longer void, but as they stretch, they surround too much, beyond shape and sound.Captured under my eyelids, I seal your glance so beautifulNot one kiss of mine, without you, exists. No one, not Klimt, Boudelaire, nor Mozart have known one.Paradise fallen, overturned...And why know?The hell with the nouns that compose this world. You no longer touch, but strike high notes, bowed. 'PLauded fronds, a flash between crowns of pine trees standing at attention.No need to name my whisper that I shout. No use shouting, if it breaks the spell.The stinging bulge, kept inside, locked in, brief yet intense, where your glowing glans tests and kisses the dungeon like a blind, devout mole.Erupt!Drip your name inside of me: you're overflowing! Let me be flooded.You shake the peak, caterpillars and butterflies.Raised up on your elbow, watch me now. To open up my eyes, there's a way.And leave me so - a painting laid on grass, under pine needles that lie about my name.I'm no longer her from before, nor ever will be.Without standing upright, as the world waits!And leave me there, famous icon, anointed and worthy -Pollinated, your orchid